The Sun was very hot today
as I worked my daily toil.
Not building bricks or plumbing
but digging of the soil.
The land is rich and plenty
as I sow my winning seeds
But water still evades me
and I need it to succeed.
The rivers dry
the wells gave up
and the rain just will not come
I know this is a stupid thought
but I wish there was no Sun.
I live in need continuously
as I do my daily toil.
But why will it not rain today
and replenish all the soil.
My lips are dry and cracking
but no one hears my plea.
I have lived this way for many a year
with an empty bucket on my knee.
Just give me a little water
and I will be your friend.
I will wet my seeds joyfully
and bring this to an end
I look up to the clear blue sky
and see a distant cloud.
Again I make my plea for rain
but this time I cry out loud.
Just then the heavens open
and it starts pouring down with rain.
and the water washed my seeds away
So I will have to start again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was fun reading. Good writing.